Xiao Lang Jing

The wind picked up in the evening, and when night fell, the rain was already falling hard. A window blocked the rain, and the house was eerily quiet.Zhao Meng shuddered and was awakened from his old dream.

He felt that his throat was so dry that it was smoky, and he pushed open the door to find a glass of water to drink, and what came into his eyes was Song Qiran's face shrouded in the inorganic cold light of the monitor.Dense forms filled the screen, and samples and receipts were spread out on the desk. Song Qiran was doing cost accounting, which was a very boring job. The numbers are relatively strong, but he still can distinguish the movement made by Zhao Meng without looking up.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked briefly.A pair of arms embraced the neck from behind.

Zhao Meng knew that he was busy, and that because of his sudden contact, he temporarily put the data into the computer and moved it home to complete the second half of the work. He knew very well that he should not bother Song Qiran at this time, but he just wanted to do that. Do.

Song Qiran always had a sincere look on his face when he made demands on him, but Zhao Meng had already begun to suspect that maybe he actually needed Song Qiran much more than Song Qiran needed him.

"Go and relax." Song Qiran tilted his head and patted his forearm.

Zhao Meng knew that he was talking about the movie that was prepared for him in the projector, and it was just halfway through before he fell asleep when the rain started.

The movie is called "Apocalypse Now", and the rhythm of the first half is relatively slow and procrastinating. Zhao Meng remembers that he just saw a shot of a dungeon door being opened. The whole body of the bony prisoner was hidden in complete darkness. There is a little gap, and outside the gap are the innocent eyes of a few children. The children hold the fragments of the mirror and refract into the chaotic sunlight, trying to see the situation in the dark clearly.Those light sheets fell on the outline of the prisoner's cheeks, and then crossed the edge of the ribs, jumping and swaying in the darkness, the cruelty and weakness were isolated by the light, and the picture looked like some kind of absurd game.

Zhao Meng pressed the pause button there, and the rain broke out just at that moment, and no one heard his trembling breathing.

It was a secret to him, and he would only recall it occasionally.It was awakened by the photo of the arrested suspect sent during the day.The picture of the movie just aggravates the feeling of trance.

Ten years ago, gunmen during the encirclement and suppression operation in Luojiashan took all 21 students and a forest ranger who were sketching in the mountain hostage, and all of them hid in a culvert in the mountain.What Zhao Meng saw when he arrived was a similar scene. The smell of blood from the dark and humid air rushed into his lungs, and the smell was wrapped in the smell of mold and soil. Afterwards, the impression is still as deep as a knife blade, able to cut across the cerebral cortex sharply and soberly.He thought that he probably had some selective amnesia. He didn't remember how he moved the cold bodies of the breathless children outside the cave, and he didn't remember how he stumbled across such a long mountain road in the heavy rain. With a gunshot wound through the shoulder blade.The only thing he remembered was the moment when his limbs, hands and feet were frozen cold, as stiff as fossils and unable to move.

That feeling invaded, choked his breath, and made his back soaked in cold sweat in the dark.

He needed warmth as badly as a stranded whale needs the sea.

Song Qiran frowned, Zhao Meng was rubbing against him, the man's dry stubble brushed against his sensitive Adam's apple with absolute force, and the heat of his rapid breathing bent around the side of his neck, rubbing against his ears and temples.Zhao Meng wanted him, he didn't need to ask Song Qiran to know.

"Zhao Meng." He tried to speak.

"Brother Meng..." Zhao Meng panted heavily.

"Brother Meng." Song Qiran pushed him away, "Not today."

Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, and then moved bluntly to remove the body that was embracing Song Qiran, and put a little distance away from him.There was repressed annoyance in his eyes.

"Sorry," he said, "it's my fault."

Song Qiran stood up from his chair.

"No." He took Zhao Menghang's hand hanging from the hem of his trousers, and pressed it against his chest.

"I want it, but not today." He explained to Zhao Meng.

He held that hand and slid down his chest to his abdomen, and then to his hips. Song Qiran raised his neck and approached him like a slender mermaid, pressing that arm down to the most important one under his waist. Location.

It was warm there, but it still maintained its usual shape, not hard.

Zhao Meng suddenly understood.

"Is it a mess?" Song Qiran lowered his eyes, with a bit of depression hidden under his blatant posture, "I used to be like this before I met you. I would think about it emotionally, but my body wouldn't listen to me."

Zhao Meng moved his hand away.

"Is it because of work?" He asked cautiously.

He seems to have heard that if the work pressure is too high, it will indeed affect the physiological feedback. He even immediately thought of asking Song Qiran to change jobs, but he felt that he had no position to propose this idea.

Song Qiran stretched out his hand to press the center of his brow which was frowning unconsciously, grinned and smoothed it.

"Do you know why I like to make desserts? Even if you work hard to make them, they won't taste very good, so you should keep making them."

He used a brisk and flying tone, as if deliberately trying to relieve the stagnant atmosphere in front of him.Sensing his intentions, Zhao Meng loosened the tension all over his body, and lowered his head to scrape at the tip of his nose.

"Because you're cute."

That statement was a joke.

But that statement is also serious.

Song Qiran winked at him.

"Because it is very accurate." He replied, "How many grams of flour are needed, how many grams of sugar are needed, how many degrees should be set for the upper, middle and lower heat of the oven, and how many minutes should be fermented and baked? I like to be precise. It’s the same with work. Although the things I do are annoying, they require steady and unchanging execution. I can do repetitive calculations and confirmations for more than 20 hours in a row. My partner thinks that I may be a robot."

Song Qiran shrugged.

"Maybe, he's right. Maybe it's because of my personality. My life is empty, you know? I don't have any special hobbies, I'm not very emotionally sensitive, I don't have many friends, and I'm far away from my parents." Living alone, after so many years, I even began to wonder if I didn’t have the ability to like something.”

He sighed, and just when Zhao Meng thought his words showed a hesitant expression, he looked at the other party and pinched that dazed face.

"But not now," he corrected, "I can like you."

Zhao Meng's heart suddenly became hot.

He knew that Song Qiran had solemnly rejected his invitation, so he deliberately suppressed the irresistible urge to raise his head in his body, and instead hugged him tightly.

"Why did I find someone like you."

Zhao Meng really couldn't figure out, how could there be someone like Song Qiran in this world; how could he meet someone like Song Qiran.Where's his shit luck.

"Do you believe me when I say it's fate?" Song Qiran tapped his shoulder lightly.

Zhao Meng nodded his head twice.

"Letter. I'm just wondering why this fate didn't come sooner."

Song Qiran smiled.

"I thought I was the only greedy person in the whole world."

Zhao Meng didn't understand.

"What are you greedy for?"

"Well, I don't know either..." Song Qiran relaxed his expression, in the faint fluorescent light projected from the computer screen, only a careless blank expression remained on his face, his tone softened,

"Maybe... just want you to be in front of me all the time, and never go away for a moment."

That was of course impossible, so he took it as some kind of extravagant hope.Zhao Meng suddenly understood why he came to Song Qiran on such a stormy night.

Song Qiran doesn't need to do anything, a person like him can help heal his scar that hasn't healed over the years just by being there.